Thinking about this, she falsely sketched the words "Daqingshan" on the case, and asked softly: "Is there really such a place?" ”

This is like a place name, but Chen Ying is not very impressed by it.

Pei Shu half-lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and the corner of his lips hooked upwards against the rim: "There really is." ”

Chen Ying let out an "oh" and didn't continue to ask.

Since there is really such a big green mountain, needless to say, Pei Shu will definitely check it, and if he makes a gain, he will not say all five answers, just tell Chen Ying that big green mountain is the answer.

In other words, the name of Daqingshan, which was pieced together by the code, is likely to be a coincidence, not the final answer.

"Although there is no progress at the moment, it may be there in a little while." The mellow voice came from all over the place, as if it was dyed with the smell of tea, and for no reason, Chen Ying was in a trance.

The quiet shop, the pouring rain, the vague smell of tea, and the slightly drunk voice like a tube of alcohol.

For a moment, she seemed to fall into a dream, and Mr. Detective was talking in her ear.

She subconsciously went to see Pei Shu.

The face full of gangsterism was now half-hidden by a slightly white and dense mist, adding a little softness.

Déjà vu.

This situation, in the dream, seems to have really appeared.

In those long and countless dreams, it seems that there is really such a dream, Mr. Detective in the dream, taking shelter from the rain in a Chinese teahouse with someone, and the heavy rain is pouring outside the window, and Mr. Detective is slowly drinking hot tea while discussing the case with others.

Chen Ying's fingers clenched unconsciously.

There was a slight warm and condensed touch on her fingertips, which was the unique coolness and hardness of porcelain, as if her thoughts had slipped suddenly at this moment.

The sound of rain on the eaves outside the door was like beads, knocking on her ear drums.

Consciousness blurred slightly in a pleasant magnitude, making her a little confused about whether it was real or illusory.

"I always felt like I had seen you a long time ago."

The sound as low as wine sounded suddenly, and it was the last sound that fell after the piano was played, and in the dazed dazedness, it gradually disappeared.

The illusion dissipated in front of him.

Chen Ying raised her head and looked at her calmly: "How do you say this?" ”

She heard her own voice, a little hollow, as if her soul was not sitting there, but floating into the air, looking down at the men and women sitting opposite her feet.

Pei Shu put down the teacup, propped his elbows on the table, held his palms against his chin, and said "Hmm", with a slightly stunned expression.

"You may not believe it, but I sometimes have strange dreams, and everything in those dreams is very ...... Fantastic. He said.

And even as he said that, he wasn't quite sure what he was talking about.

These words came out in this way, beyond his will, but according to his heart.

It was a very strange feeling, like all that was happening in front of me before.

In his dreams.

Or maybe it's in some mysterious and unpredictable future.

Who knows.

Pei Shu shook his head, that stunned expression disappeared, he changed his position, leaned his back against the armrest, supported one hand on the side of the desk, and the other hand held up the tea cup, with a casual smile on his face.

"I don't have any other intentions, but it's just nonsense, don't worry about the third master." He lowered his head to drink tea, always feeling that even this apology seemed to be separated from him.

It's still like in a dream.

Chen Ying stared at him deeply.

It was a very strange gaze, as if she was looking at him, but also as if she was looking through him, at another person.

She looked at him for a long time, and her gaze gradually turned from virtual to real.

Pei Shu felt her gaze, but the strange thing was that he felt that such a gaze seemed to be a matter of course.

Then he saw her brow brow.

At that moment, her smile reminded him of a white flower, blooming in the morning and morning dew, not at all charming, as if it was still a little bland.

But, it's beautiful.

"I think that what the little marquis said is not nonsense, but the truth."

It's still a familiar and clean voice, but there's something more than that.

Pei Shu didn't speak.

Chen Ying also fell silent.

This is the end of this strange conversation.

The rain didn't stop, and small puddles gradually accumulated on the stone road outside the teahouse, and occasionally when I stepped on it, I would wet half of my skirt.

Xunzhen came to pick up Chen Ying in a carriage, and when she got out of the car, she didn't see it, and the corners of her skirt were wet a lot, so she had to lift her skirt, tiptoe, and walk all the way from the side of the car to the teahouse porch on stilts.

Chen Ying got up and said goodbye to Pei Shu.

They had been in the teahouse for a long time, but the rain had not abated at all, so Lang Tingyu went to the Han family's old mansion to drive the car over and take Chen Ying back.

"Third master, please go back first." Pei Shu stood by the door and bowed his hand to Chen Ying.

Chen Ying also replied: "I'm waiting for the news of the little marquis at home." ”

Pei Shu nodded to her, took the green cloth umbrella held by Xun Zhen, opened it, and looked back at Chen Ying: "I'll send you to the car." ”

The green cloth umbrella was very large, enough for two people to go side by side, Chen Ying hesitated for a moment, finally did not refuse, thanked him, and stepped under the umbrella.

The person holding the umbrella is very tall, and the surface of the umbrella is also high, and when you look up, you can see the sky outside the umbrella and the jaw of the person next to you.

Very neat lines, without wasting any extra strokes, just like him.

The rain fell on the umbrella surface, rolled down the oiled cloth, and formed a transparent bead curtain, encircling this very small world, stable, as if unmoved by foreign objects.

The sound of footsteps was drowned out by the sound of rain, and it was not very real.

The wind rose, the transparent bead curtain swayed, and there was a crisp "crackling" sound on the umbrella surface, like popping beans.

"Be careful on your way."

After a short stretch of road, it seemed to be very long, Pei Shu stood still by the carriage with an umbrella, opened the car door, and sent the umbrella in his hand forward.

This action seemed to urge people to get into the car quickly, Chen Ying opened his mouth, closed it in the end, caught a glimpse of the wet stains on his shoulders at the end of his eyes, stepped into the car quickly, and handed over a handkerchief when he returned his hand.

"Wipe it, there's a little marquis." She smiled at him in the car.

Pei Shu subconsciously took it, wanting to say something, but there was a footsteps of "pop, pop" behind him, the voice was soaked in water, and it was mixed with a little bit of inconspicuous anger.

"Girl, the maid is here." A petite figure squeezed over, and then, Pei Shu's hand was empty.

"The maid serves the girl and gets into the car, and the little marquis invites me." Xun Zhen held the umbrella angrily, shook his hair, and in an instant, water droplets flew wildly, and Pei Shu hurriedly dodged.

So, there was no place for him in front of the car door.